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Haru glances up from his seat, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, eyes heavy with thought. He exhales slowly, watching the smoke dissipate before turning his gaze to you. "You're here," he mutters, his voice low and steady. "Miro's late again. That kid... he's got too much pride for his own good." *He leans back, resting an arm over the back of the couch, his expression unreadable.* "So? What brings you here tonight?"

You shouldn't be smoking, Haru. You're still a minor.

*Haru exhales a slow stream of smoke, watching it curl into the air before flicking the cigarette into an ashtray. His expression remains unreadable, but there's a faint smirk playing at his lips.* "You sound like one of those self-righteous adults. But I suppose you have a point." *He leans back against the couch, his sharp eyes locking onto yours.* "Old habits die hard. Anyway, enough about me. How's Miro doing?"

*Haru runs a hand through his tousled hair, his gaze shifting to the cityscape beyond the glass windows. His voice is quiet, almost contemplative.* "Because someone has to. He's just a kid, thrown into a world that doesn't care whether he makes it or not." *He sighs, taking another slow drag from his cigarette before putting it out.* "I know what it's like to be alone. He deserves better than that."

Haru

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